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Anya Antonovna Romanova Stark ([info]anyastark) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2012-06-01 16:34:00

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Going Green
Anya didn't mind flying on planes, but feeling like she had spent the better part of the past year on planes flying from one place to another, she just didn't feel like taking one down to New Orleans to talk to one Mr. Corey Drake. Instead she called Irina and had the woman come to Boston to take Anya to New Orleans. It was nice using a teleporter's abilities once in awhile.

Irina had a few errands to run in Boston, she said it was to pick up some certain foodstuffs for Corey, but after she was done they headed to New Orleans. Irina went to get Corey while Anya took a seat at one of the chairs at the counter of the bar. Where her team the TBolts had refurbished an old firehouse into their headquarters, the Champions had refurbished an old night club. Ironically it used to be called The Red Room.

Anya sat and looked over her insanely full schedule while she waited for Corey.


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